More Story! YAY!!! =:)= Darth Bob

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He opened his eyes as the pain receded from his ears. He had known that something was wrong with that wolf, and he hated his brother more than he had when he had first seen that gun, a birthday gift from their father, sight down the first wolf; black as night with flecks of gray, the blood staining the snow around the dying body, making the black fur even darker, as the others had laughed. He seriously doubted that they would ever hold a gun again with those burned hands.

He looked at where the wolf had lain, trying to see through a cloudy haze of tears. He was sure that the wolf had been shot; he had seen the blood on the snow like red teardrops. He stared and began blinking rapidly to clear his eyes; sure that he was seeing things. Instead of a wolf there was a girl, somewhere in her early teens, leaning against a tree. She looked like she had just stepped out of the medieval time period with the clothes she was wearing. Her blonde hair shone like spun silver in the moonlight. He was suddenly aware of the blood under her, leaking from under her brown shirt. He shut his mouth and scrambled to his feet, walking unsteadily over to the unconscious girl.

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She opened her eyes to a slowly lightening dusty pink sky. Sitting up so quickly that she almost snapped her spine, wincing as she felt a pressure on buckshot holes that hadn’t been there before. She felt around the back of her shoulder, not moving her neck where another pellet had barely missed her jugular. Her fingers came in contact with a strange fabric. Forgetting her punctured neck she turned her head and looked at the new fabric wrapped tightly around the punctures in her shoulder.

“The bleeding just stopped. I wouldn’t recommend moving for a while.” The voice drew her attention away from the crude bandage to the speaker in an instant. The male from before, he looked to be around the age she appeared to be, was sitting near her watching her intently. “Where did you come from? When did you come from?” Questions pooled in his voice as well as in the words he spoke. She didn’t answer; or rather she couldn’t, bound by laws beyond his understanding. Instead she started to untie the strip of cloth surrounding her shoulder. “Hey! Don’t do that! You’ll open the holes again!” She glanced at him, baring her “fangs” as she did so in an unmistakable gesture telling him to ‘back the hell off!’